It’s one of those weeks where I feel quiet. I’m listening. I’m watching the leaves in the breeze and wondering about their trembling. I’m feeling very grateful for the incredible people I know and don’t know, and very existentially worried about this nation and this planet, about the bodies and hearts, breaking everywhere. I’m listening to voice texts about dreams. I’m raising the white flag on explaining the inner landscape of my unexplainable daughters. I’m conspiring with my friend Edward to get homemade bread to people who need nourishment and comfort. I’m watching my kids sleep even more intently than usual. I’m wrestling with Tara Brach in my head. I’m wondering when the tears will come. I’m anticipating sticking my feet into a lake in Wisconsin.
Which is all to say, please accept this honest, short dispatch and know that I will be back to pounding on this keyboard soon. I’m off next week. “See” you July 13th.
Till then, consider these beautiful questions. Read this beautiful poem. And take action—big or small, no matter.
I wish you a peaceful and restorative pause. I am so grateful for you and your work, which has helped me make better sense of the world and how to make my way through it. Deep, deep gratitude.
Nourishing comfort is my jam. So happy to be your coconspirator.
Thank you.
Enjoy your rest.